gyrmination

Thirteen adults saddled into the jeep, plus the maroon sweatered driver. Six women, seven men, two clinging to the roof rack, their worn shoes glued to the bumper, a steel cannister of natural gas (empty? full?) up there clanking over every pothole. Two candy-wrappered infants pressed second-nature to their mothers’ experienced bosoms. 16 bits of life steaming downstream to Manali.

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